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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 7:10 am
Retirement Match
-Matt Shanahan vs Jacob Figgins
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:08 pm
video package The tron suddenly comes to life revealing the image of Jacob Figgins, sitting on a chair, dressed in a black t-shirt with sky blue letters across the chest reading, "Fig Effected to the maximum". Upon his head, a black cap advertising Guiness beer. On the left side of his bottom lip, he wore a simple silver lip ring, a piercing he always excluded from matches. His green eyes looked directly into the camera. "Well guys, you finally pried it out of me, one final match in the Gaia Circuit. Some people have seen this coming since '07. I have done everything that there was to be done here, After this match I shall finally hang up my boots in this circuit and move on to another, doing everything that there is to do there..." The tron fades out, obviously, Figgins wasn't feeling too talkative about the subject. "Open your eyes" by Guano Apes hits the PA as Jacob Figgins jumps out from behind the entrance curtain, holding his arms out in a crux pose. He posed for the crowd, lingering a few second on the stage. Finally he makes his trek to the ring and enters it. (Sorry it's not that great. Just a tad drunk right now)
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:04 am
After Jacob entered the ring, the lights shut off. After a few moments of silence, they slowly faded back on in a blood-red hue.
"Praise your Maker... Your Savior... Your God..."
"The Fury of Our Maker's Hand" by DevilDriver suddenly started playing through-out the arena.
I'm just a human being,
A mistake made of feelings!
With a soul, wrapped in chains!
So fragile, full of pain!
No one knows why we are here,
Giving laughter and so many tears!
I will just do my best,
To keep my head up above the rest!
No one really knows...
Which way the wind blows!
Flames exploded from the stage as The God of Punks, Matt Shanahan, walked out onto the stage. He didn't carry any weapon of sorts, like he usually would, and he wore a 'Figgified Nation' muscle shirt instead of one of his usual ones. He began to walk down the ramp, smacking some fans hands along the way.
One day the tides will TURN!
One day the fields will BUUUUUUURN!
One day the seas will CHURN!
THE FURY OF!
OUR MAKER'S HAND!
Matt continued down until he made it to the apron. He looked into the ring at Figgins, before walking to the steps and walking up them to climb into the ring. Once he was in, he climbed onto the nearest turnbuckle held four fingers up, signaling the Chapter Four, getting a mixed reaction from the fans.
Man is a mistake cast out,
Shunned and cast down!
Giving life through breath of gods,
With itself always at odds!
The pious! The preacher!
The liar! The creature!
From rock! To fire!
The dust! Of man!
O, my Maker...
I need a Savior!
The Punk hopped down from the turnbuckle as the chorus began to play again. He turned around and looked at Figgins, letting a small smirk cross his face. The music faded, along with the blood-red color of the lights, signaling that the match was about to start. Matt held out his hand to Jacob, offering a handshake before the match began.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:06 am
Jacob steps to the center of the ring, shaking the hand of Punk and backing his way back to the corner.
Once the bell rang, Jacob took his Figgy brand merchandise shirt off to revel his full sleeve tattooed arms. He threw a hello kitty elbow pad out of the ring
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:31 am
Matt smirked, and took off his 'Figgified Nation' shirt to reveal his heavily tattooed torso. He tossed the shirt out into the fans, before turning back to Figgy. He walked forward and put his hands out, offering a Test of Strength.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:40 am
Jacob looked at the larger opponent and smirked. He raised his right hand and initiated the knuckle lock. Knowing for a fact that he cannot match the larger man in strength, Figgy suddenly shot his left knee toward the gut of Matt.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:45 am
Matt was hit with the knee, kneeling over and holding his gut in pain. He began to turn away from Figgins, hoping he wouldn't get attacked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:53 am
Jacob sees Matt staggering, and decides to give him a second. But only a second as he goes for a side head lock. If successful he would attempt to take Matt to the...well mat with the head lock still applied.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:56 am
Matt was locked into the headlock, and was brought down to the mat! He grunted out in pain as he attempted to send some shots towards Jacob's side!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:07 pm
Jacob was smacked in the ribs twice when he decided to try and wrench back on the hold. It was obvious he was going for the head and neck area to soften the big man for his finishers.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:22 pm
Matt let out a sharp yell as Jacob wrenched back. He attempted to send some wild shots at Jacob, hoping to hit him enough to get him to let go!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:25 pm
Jacob quickly dropped the hold after a few more placed shots. He rose to his feet. He let a couple of deep breaths out to help him ignore the minor pain in his ribs.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:36 pm
The God of Punks began to stand, holding his head from the rough headlock!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 1:00 pm
Jacob promenaded back to the center of the ring, waiting for Matt to shake off the cob webs or whatever the hell he was doing
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 1:16 pm
Matt brought himself up to his full height and shook his head once, before turning around to Jacob. He ran at him, going for an early big boot to get Figgy down!
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